You Are The Wind

Something doesn't feel right
Should'nt have to face this your own
Keeping it all inside
Bottled up, all alone

You, to me, are the wind
And I'm a tree
You affect everything
From hurricane
To a calm and gentle breeze

I still feel you always

Something doesn't feel right
Hate to hear you're out there down and out
Keeping it all inside
Bottles broken on the ground

You and me
The wind, a tree
Swaying slightly in your breeze

Might be self abuse
But I'm growing roots
Standing tall
Waiting for you

Might be self abuse
But I'm growing roots
Standing tall
Waiting for you

Something doesn't feel right

Might be self abuse
But I'm growing roots
Standing tall
Waiting for you